About half an hour later, Ling Mo, as usual, slung a shoulder bag over his shoulder and walked briskly toward Class F of Senior Three.
Now, she has become accustomed to the admiring or envious glances from her classmates.
Therefore, even when groups of boys came and stared at her like perverts, she could calmly continue with her work without showing the slightest embarrassment.
But this morning, the students' reactions were noticeably unusual.
Ling Mo frowned slightly, looking at the male classmates who all ran away as soon as they saw her with puzzlement, and began to wonder again.
She does seem somewhat aloof, and occasionally gives off a feeling of keeping people at arm's length.
Even so, they didn't need to run away as soon as they saw her, did they?
She's not some monster; she's just a cool and aloof woman.
Besides, she doesn't seem any different from her usual self today.
Looking back, Ling Mo saw Cheng Cheng carrying a large stack of homework books and waved to him.
Upon seeing Ling Mo, Cheng Cheng's face flushed crimson. He only made eye contact with her for a second before quickly lowering his head, trying to pretend he hadn't seen her, and hurriedly brushed past her.
Seeing this, Ling Mo felt even more confused, so she strode forward and blocked his path, asking softly:
"Cheng Cheng, what's wrong with you guys today? Why did you run away as soon as you saw me?"
"Ling Mo, please, please let me go."
Cheng Cheng's dark face showed a hint of embarrassment. He was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into when Ling Mo called him by name.
Ling Mo crossed his arms and asked impatiently:
"What on earth happened? I only missed one day of class, so why are most of my classmates treating me like a plague, avoiding me as much as possible?"
"Ling Mo, no one treats you like a plague. Everyone likes you and respects and loves you."
When the word "love" was mentioned, Cheng Cheng suddenly lowered his voice to a whisper, fearing that Ling Mo would seize on the word and make him recite it a hundred times in public on the main stage.
Ling Mo looked speechlessly at the shy Cheng Cheng, guessing that he wouldn't get a clear answer from her. Fortunately, Gu Tingbai cleared up her doubts in time:
"Sister Mo, as far as I know, the reason they're all avoiding you is because you left threatening messages in the love letters they wrote to you. They're afraid of losing face, so they've tacitly chosen to avoid you."
"What love letter?" Ling Mo asked, only half understanding.
"No way? Sister Mo, you didn't know about this? Every morning when I bring you milk, I glance at your drawer. I was shocked by what I found. There are at least dozens of love letters in your drawer."
"I can recite the textbook by heart, why would I need to rummage through my desk drawers?"
Ling Mo shrugged, suddenly becoming curious about what Cheng Cheng had written to her, so she simply cut to the chase: "Cheng Cheng, hand over the love letter. I haven't seen what you wrote yet."
"ah?"
Cheng Cheng was surprised that Ling Mo hadn't read the contents of the love letter. Although he felt embarrassed to hand the love letter to Ling Mo, he still obediently did so, freeing one hand to take out a crumpled love letter from his pocket. "Ling Mo, please don't read it aloud."
"No problem."
Ling Mo readily agreed, took the crumpled love letter, patiently smoothed out each crease, and then gently unfolded the paper.
On the letter paper, the black ink strokes resembled countless earthworms, crooked and uneven.
It was clear that Cheng Cheng had tried his best to write each character well, but unfortunately his penmanship was not strong enough, and the more he tried, the uglier his characters became.
"Cheng Cheng, this sentence has a grammatical error and the sentence structure is mixed up. Remember not to make the same mistake next time."
Ling Mo glanced through it briefly, then pointed to the crooked handwriting on the letter and said in a serious tone.
"ah?"
Cheng Cheng was surprised that Ling Mo would say this to him. It was like being corrected in front of the class teacher, which made him feel both amused and exasperated.
No wonder the classmates said in private that Ling Mo's emotional intelligence was almost zero.
Now it seems that this statement is absolutely true.
"And this sentence is a bit of an exaggeration. What do you mean by 'every time I see you, my heart rate spikes to 380'? Do you think your heart is an electric motor?"
Ling Mo delved into the rationale behind Cheng Cheng's love letter, feeling no embarrassment whatsoever.
Anyone she considers a friend, she will naturally ignore gender differences and refer to as "buddy".
However, Qin Beiming is an exception.
After all, Qin Beiming is the only person so far who has been able to seduce her with his good looks.
"Ling Mo, so, are you going to say yes or no?"
Cheng Cheng hadn't expected Ling Mo to be so addicted to correcting mistakes. With a heart full of trepidation, he mustered up the courage to ask a question.
"Agree to what? I treated you like a brother, I confided in you completely, and you actually wanted to betray me?"
Ling Mo launched into a barrage of questions, then shifted his gaze to the bold, unrestrained cursive script at the end of the love letter:
"Who wrote this line? The handwriting is strangely beautiful."
"I don't know about that. I originally thought you wrote it."
Cheng Cheng scratched her head. Although Ling Mo had politely rejected her in a different way, she felt a little better after thinking about it. She hadn't accepted any other people's advances either.
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